The girl never took such a risk, he somehow convinced her that nothing would happen without her complete consent. She knew her mother would never approve of what she was about to do, so she told her that she was going camping with her best friend for a few days.
The girl just finished curling the last piece of her chestnut hair as she let the curl bounce right against her shoulder. She stared back at herself, her eyeshadow was a light dust of a nude pink, a painted cats eye made her look slightly more mature, and her glossed lips completed the look. As she slipped on the small tight fitting mauve crop top, black skater skirt, and black strapped pumps with little bows on the back, she glanced up at the clock. Each minute, the clock made its infamous tick, and she grew more nervous. She was ready, grabbing her bags she made her way through the house and out to her little light blue car.
The music blaring through the speakers slightly helped her calm her nerves. She was about 10 minutes away from their meeting place when she realized she forgot to send a message that she had left. She shut off the music and took a deep breath, of course she already earned herself a punishment, she knew she just wasn't good at this sort of thing.
When she pulled into the parking lot and saw the brightly lit sign with the words 'Twisted Ivory' illuminating the entrance door, she knew she was at the right spot. Quickly, she picked up her phone and sent a message to the man she looked forward to meeting that night.
'Sir, I just arrived. I completely forgot to tell you that I had left, forgive me?'
She pressed send and awaited further instruction.
'I see, I've been waiting. I'll be there to collect you from the lobby in five minutes. Do not be rude or I will actually have to punish you tonight.'
The short girl stepped out of her car and smoothed out her dress. Collecting her small wallet and keys, she headed through the dark parking lot to the front entrance. As she approached a man stepped up and blocked her way.
"Might I ask what you're doing here?" The man's voice came out raspy and gruff.
"I'm um meeting someone here tonight. He told me to meet him in the lobby of this place in- well now, actually." She glanced at the time on her phone.
The man squinted at her. The girl looked awfully young to be in a place like this. Her small curvy figure was enticing, and he had wished that maybe he'd get a chance at the little thing in front of him.
"You have I.D.?" The bouncer asked.
"I do." She reached into her small black floral wallet and pulled out her little plastic license.
Handing it over, she cringed. The picture was taken a few days after she fell asleep in the sun on her back deck. She looked as red as a lobster when she passed her driving test. He glanced down and saw an even younger looking girl, red as a beetroot. A smirk cracked on his face when he saw her 18th birthday had only been a month and a half ago.
"You are permitted, but still quite young. Someone is for sure in there waiting for you?" He asked concerned for this little cherries safety.
"Yes, Sir." She replied curtly.
The man stepped aside and opened the door for her. As she stepped through she was surprised to see a very elegant looking hallway.
He was waiting for her near a small closet entrance. The two locked eyes. His sparkling green eyes burned into her amber ones. She had a split second of flight in her veins, once again wondering to herself if this was such a good idea.
The man must have sensed it in her as he pushed off of the wall he was leaning against and began heading towards her. She stopped taking those small steps she was taking and stood in place with a lowered head. She thought maybe this would be less nerve wracking if she could hide her face.
As the man reached her he stopped right in front of her. A small low chuckle was released into the air for her ears only.
"Hello my little minx." The man said.
"Hello, Sir." The girl whispered as she looked up at him through her long lashes.
"Dec, this little thing is yours?" The familiar sound of the bouncers voice echoed from behind them.
"She is." The man beamed and took the girl under his arm.
"She is absolutely delectable." The bouncer replied as he checked the girl out once again head to toe.
The girl shied away slightly behind the man she knew slightly more than the other stranger before them. This only elicited small chuckles from both men.
"She is a bit shy, but believe me once this one is out of her shell she is more raw than I've ever seen from such a young girl." He turned and looked at the girl hiding by his side, "Let's go have some fun." He grabbed her small hand and led her toward the main action.
Declan led her through the crowd and towards the empty booth in the corner. The music was playing, not to loud, not loud enough to drown out the moans and mystery behind the closed doors down a nearby hall. Declan let her slide into the booth and he slid in after her.
"I'm not planning on ordering any heavy liquor. I haven't exactly decided what I'm going to do with you tonight and I don't want my mind clouded with alcohol, nor do I want that for you." He stated as he waved over a waitress.
The waitress hurried over and flirtatiously addressed Declan and his needs. The girl had a slight pang of something unfamiliar as she watched this other woman lean a little too close to the man she was with that night.
"Get me a regular beer in the bottle and a strawberry-rose spritzer." Declan said with a dismissive look.
"So, how are you?" He looked at her.
The girl smiled slightly and laughed a little nervously. She looked down at her lap as she watched her fingers twiddle over each other.
"I'm fine, thank you. How long were you waiting here?" The girl asked meekly.
